Damn flight delays.

Simon assumed that returning home after a six-week mission would not be as familiar as it usually was. But rhen Price said that the base's management could not send them all back on a government plane. But what he couldn't have imagined was how irritable he would be when he finally sat down in an airplane seat.

The flight to Manchester was delayed for three hours due to technical problems. Simon was willing to walk to his bloody house, as long as it didn't take several thousand miles. Therefore, after sitting in the waiting area near his gate all this time, he tried to pretend to be asleep, so as not to hear an elderly couple nearby, who decided to tell a random woman about all their five grandchildren.

But when he sat down in the cherished seat, Simon's adventures didn't end. His fellow "seat-neighbor", a woman in her 30s, arranged to switch places with someone to sit next to her husband. He barely restrained himself from grumbling, but instead, buckling his seat belt, he immediately fell asleep, leaning his head against the illuminator.

He woke up only a few hours later. His head still ached, his knees hurt from the cramped economy class seats, and his stomach rumbled with hunger. They're supposed to feed here, aren't they? The damn buffet at duty free was too expensive.

"Sorry?"

Simon turned his head to the side, but the hood of his hoodie didn't move immediately, so he only saw half of the face. Your face. You became the one who swapped with the woman who originally owned the seat next to him. Simon rubbed his hand over his face, shaking off the remnants of sleep and preparing for another unnecessary question in the style of "You flying home?" or "Delay is such a headache."

But instead, you pointed to his folding table, specifically to the pack of peanuts that were lying there.

"You were asleep when the flight attendant was serving snacks. Thought you'd be hungry. They announced luch will be served soon."

And suddenly this day has become much better.